legacy

gustave caillebotte

gustave caillebotte

And so, fields of green.
New breath of life
Seeking spring rains
Which pleasantly placate
The thirst
Of all things.

And so, fields of gold.
O, the time of our stand
Passing quickly, steadily…
Now balmy days of reflection:
Satisfied and flourishing,
Certain and abounding

And so, fields of gray.
Joyful rest in shortened days
Blanketed with a colorful covering
Of leaves from trees.
Wiser now and older, patient.
Seeds sown and heart so very content.

And so, fields of bleakness.
Solemn depth of wintry sleep.
No sorrow in God’s arms, though,
Knowing with a true heart
That what we have lived
Will continue in season next.

(c) 2014 rick stassi

upon green leas

wheat

“How optimistic the fields that grow
To appreciative eyes the fruit they show
Diligent is the northern breeze
Laying unfetter’d life over these…”

Diligent breeze virtuously
Surrounding the ones who seek
Above horizon’s razor-edge line and
Over mountain’s pleading peak.

Contrarily meandering, pitifully seen,
The anemic lights –
Of those eyes peering
Throughout  lifeless nights.

Under shallow stones
They seek some way.
But, alas, another turned stone,
Another sullen some day…

Who wonders, my thoughts urge,
How optimism grows?
When routinely consumed,
With pessimistic throes.

Hold fast this offered warm embrace!
Lovely pale lights,
I won’t let you disappear
Into black-ink nights.

For diligent is
The northern breeze
Hope binds death and
Gives life and rest upon green leas.

path forward

Van Gogh

Van Gogh

The sweetness of a moonlit night,
The certainty of all things right.
Bathing in a tender glow,
A fallen leaf upon the snow.
O how these times entice my mind,
Surely tension bliss shall bind.
And liberty’s law brings peacefulness,
Glittering lights resolve duress.
Snow settles to her motionless home,
Allowing my thoughts to float and roam.
O how I love these times so surreal
Craving ways to really feel.
Where I go now will only be
Footprints in the snowy sea.

rick

we awaken anew…

“Thou awakest us to delight in Thy praise; for Thou madest
us for Thyself, and our heart is restless, until it repose in Thee.”
Saint Augustine

We awake each morning from our sleep a new creation in You, Lord.
We awaken in our senses with revelations from You, Lord.
We awaken in every aspect of our lives to the delight of praising you.
We are a new song, sung anew each day.
We love because You love us first.

..and yet our hearts are restless. Show us how to rest in You.

Rick